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He was half dragged out of the cabin by the chain attached to the collar, back onto the deck, the pirates whistling as they passed by.
He couldn’t fight. Everything hurt. Every step sent pain shooting through his body, and he could do nothing but stumble after Bilget and try not to throw up.
At least he still had his clothes. If he’d been brought out here without that…
If they were all going to rape him…
He blinked as instead of back to the cage, or below deck, he was dragged over to the smallest mast, and Edmund’s heart sank as he realized there were more chains attached to it.
Bilget shoved him down with his back to the mast, shoving his wrists into the shackles before doing the same to his ankles, walking back and tightening the chains till Edmund had no room to move.
At least the shackles weren’t cutting into his wrists like the ropes had.
He flinched back as Bilget’s hand ruffled through his hair, but the pirate just chuckled, pulling back. “Can’t wait till the Captain lets us play with you,” Bilget grinned, but then he was turning around, leaving Edmund alone.
Finally.
He took a few deep breaths, letting his body relax and his mind clear, just as he used to in the dungeons of the Conqueror.
He’d just been raped by a bastard whose name he didn’t know. Watched by another pirate who had apparently gotten off on watching it. He was bruised, and sore, and there was a plug inside him. There was no energy left in his body for anything, and even as he took deep breaths, the haze kept stealing back over his mind.
The sun was starting to go down, and while Edmund wanted to stay awake, wanted to drink water and eat food, what he needed in that moment was sleep.
And it was the one thing he could give himself.
He woke up a few times during the night, whether from someone walking past him, or the deck dropping beneath him quickly as the ocean heaved, or getting splashed with sea water as they crested a wave. But he was always able to fall back asleep quickly, the exhaustion stronger than whatever had woken him, and by the time the sun was rising he felt… marginally better.
Less hazy. More sore. Hungry, thirsty, but more aware of himself.
So. That was… sex.
Thinking back, he could understand how someone with more control, someone participating of their own free will, with someone they cared about, might enjoy it.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever be willing to do that with anyone. Not anymore. Maybe before all of this, but… now? No.
If he never saw another cock in his life it would be too soon.
He couldn’t fight back. If he got a chance, he would, but at the moment he had to be patient. Wait. Hold out for help to arrive, or for them to slip up and leave something out that he could steal to pick the locks.
…He couldn’t fight back.
Even in the Conqueror’s dungeons, he’d found ways to fight back. Kept his spirit alive. Kept being reckless, kept being an annoying shit, making them suffer for daring to hurt him.
But now he had more to lose.
His life, for one. He could die now. And he had to get free to save his siblings. He was a King of Narnia, he had to get back to Narnia, to make Caspian aware of what was happening.
Caspian.
He hadn’t written the king in three years. Hadn’t seen him in eight.
“I can’t believe your swordmaster let you drop your sword in a spar,” Edmund snarked, blade in hand as he tried to teach Caspian how to steal his opponent’s blade.
“Believe it or not, I focused on archery rather than swordwork,” Caspian pointed out, lunging halfway through his sentence, using the distraction to try and take Edmund’s sword.
Edmund neatly dodged out of the way, disarming Caspian as he did so. “Nice try, but your opponent won’t always be distractible.”
“Aren’t you?”
Edmund blinked, realizing Caspian had somehow stolen Edmund’s dagger during the spar. “Hey! Give that back!”
Caspian lifted it over his head, and Edmund leapt, climbing up Caspian like a tree to try and get the dagger back. “Give it back you ass!”
Caspian was laughing, spinning around to try and dislodge Edmund. “Make me!”
“Oh I’ll make you, you damn prince-“
“Your majesties,” Reepicheep sighed, watching the two squirm as Edmund used his weight to topple Caspian to the ground, wrestling with him for the dagger as Caspian tickled him. “Your majesties!”
“Hey pet,” Roggor stepped into Edmund’s line of sight, startling him out of the memory. “Looks like the Captain wants to see you again.”
Edmund swallowed, his mouth already dry from lack of water.
Not again. Please not again.
Roggor didn’t bother binding him again, instead grabbing him by the throat and dragging him into the Captain’s cabin, shoving him to the floor in front of the Captain.
“Leave us,” the Captain instructed, and a moment later Edmund heard the door click shut as he slowly pushed himself to a seated position on the floor.
They were alone. Apparently. After yesterday, he wasn’t sure he could believe that. These pirates could turn themselves invisible, after all. He didn’t know if any of them were hiding in here, and he didn’t want to find out either.
“How are you feeling, Edmund?” the Captain asked, taking off his hat and setting it off to the side, on a table full of food and jugs of some kind of drink. Edmund had to assume it was water.
He desperately needed to drink something. “…Thirsty,” he finally settled on.
The Captain smirked. “I imagine you would be. And what about the rest of your body? How about that ass of yours? Is your hole still in pain?”
Edmund grit his teeth, but after a moment he shook his head.
“Very good.”
Get closer. I see that dagger in your belt. Get closer so I can steal it off you and kill you with it.
The Captain chuckled. “I can see you’re already trying to plan your escape. Do you really think you’d make it far?”
“I think I’d kill you for starters,” Edmund pointed out. If he was already caught, then he was caught.
The Captain tilted his head. “Maybe you would. Maybe. But even if you did… you couldn’t kill my whole crew. Not alone. And then there’d be no one to stop them from taking their time ripping you to shreds. Spearing you on their cocks, forcing you full till you tore from it.”
Edmund glared. “You really think I can’t take them all on in battle?”
“Not half starved you can’t.”
It was intentional then.
He needed another angle.
“You need me alive, don’t you? How long do you think I’ll survive without water?”
“Approximately four days,” the Captain said easily enough. “Without food, well. That takes weeks. Sometimes they last a month or two.”
Edmund clenched his hands to hide the shaking. “…You said you would let me live,” he managed, trying not to feel betrayed. These pirates had no honor. Them choosing to let him die of starvation or dehydration shouldn’t surprise him, but somehow it did.
The Captain stepped forward, gently running his hand through Edmund’s hair, and Edmund barely had the strength to pull away. He’d been deluding himself. He couldn’t steal a weapon in this state, let alone fight back. “Don’t be like that. I won’t kill you outright. I know what you need, far better than you. But you’re not just cargo anymore, Edmund.” The man stepped back, undoing his belt as he talked, tossing it to the side along with the dagger Edmund had been eying. “Up until yesterday, you were a payout. Fun to poke at, but someone else’s toy to break in. But now… now you’re mine. And I get to break you in how I see fit. See, on a ship, everyone has a role. There are stores of food and water, enough for the whole crew. But they all do something on the ship. They earn that food and water. Yesterday was a gift. A pleasant first time, with no expectations, and no demands.”
“Pleasant?!”
The smack sent him to the floor, and he didn’t have the strength to push himself up. His head was ringing, the room spinning around the edges.
“Tch. You should listen, Edmund,” the Captain said softly, kneeling in front of Edmund and gently running his fingers down his cheek. “From here on out, if you want something, you have to give me something in return.”
Edmund did his best to glare up at the Captain, his throat rasping as the lack of water started to make talking hurt. “What… you rape me and I get to eat?” he asked.
The Captain chuckled. “No no no. Edmund, when I take your hole, you’re not giving me anything. I’m taking it. Your body isn’t yours. All that’s yours right now are your actions. So if you want, say, water, then you have to give me something. Don’t worry, I know how important water is. All I need from you is something small.”
“What?” Edmund asked, ready for this entire conversation to be over.
“A kiss.”
Edmund blinked.
“…What? You… you kiss me and I can drink?” he asked, confused.
The Captain sighed, and it sounded disappointed. “No no no. Edmund, I know your mind is confused. You haven’t had anything to drink in two days, after all, your mind must be working against you. But I just explained this to you. When I have to take something from you, you don’t get anything in return. You have to give.”
The Captain leaned over Edmund on the floor, one hand braced next to his head. “I’m going to kiss you,” the Captain began. “If you want to drink, then you have to kiss me back.”
Before he could think, those lips were pressing against his, and he tried to turn his head, tried to get away, but the Captain grabbed his chin and held him in place.
It was too much. Too warm. Those soft lips pressed against his, sliding between his lips as he tried to block it out, tried to drift away again.
The Captain’s tongue flicked out, licking at Edmund’s bottom lip, then the seam of Edmund’s mouth as Edmund kept it shut, trying not to give him anything.
Fingers dug into his cheeks, forcing his mouth open as the Captain licked into Edmund’s mouth, taking what he wanted regardless of how much Edmund struggled, before he pulled back.
“See?” the Captain said, shaking his head. “I’ll take it from you anyway.” Then he was standing up, grabbing Edmund by the arm and hauling him back over to the bed.
“No- no stop-“ Edmund rasped, but without water his voice was quickly abandoning him.
“I thought you’d be a quicker learner than this Edmund,” the Captain shoved Edmund onto the bed climbing on top of him and dragging Edmund’s collar to the chains on the bed. “These lessons will get more painful the more you struggle against me. When I decide I want you, I will have you. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
Once the chain was locked around Edmund’s collar, the Captain tossed the key off the bed. Out of Edmund’s reach. “You should relax, Edmund. You remember how good yesterday was. Let’s keep it like that. You don’t want to find out how terrible I can be.”
Edmund glared, but there was no more fight in him. His throat scratched every time he swallowed, the taste of the Captain’s tongue still on his lips, and his limbs refused to cooperate.
The Captain just smiled, fingers quickly undoing Edmund’s pants and shoving them down his hips, tossing them off to the side along with the key. “You bruise wonderfully,” the Captain commented, ducking his head and pressing kisses into the bruises where his fingers had dug in the night before.
Edmund just lay back, trying not to cry. He couldn’t waste tears right now.
He still jolted when the Captain scraped his teeth over the bruises, trying not to tense up as he dreaded what was about to happen.
Just think of somewhere far away from here. Think of Narnia. Of Cair Paravel. Of your tomb under the castle, where you hid for a thousand years. No one ever found you there. No one ever hurt you there.
It was hard to let his mind drift as the Captain bit at his inner thigh, leaving more bruises in his wake. When he licked a line up Edmund’s cock, sending shivers down Edmund’s spine as he teased Edmund’s sensitive skin with wet heat before moving on.
Then he tapped on the plug inside Edmund, and Edmund flinched.
“Just take it out and be done with it,” Edmund growled, turning his head to the side.
“Be done with it, eh?” the Captain asked, clearly amused. “Did you not enjoy your friend, Edmund? I promise it helped.”
Before Edmund could think of a response to that, he felt the plug being tugged, slowly starting to slip free-
Only to be slammed back in, making him whimper as the plug was fucked into him.
“I find this very helpful,” the Captain commented. “Watching you squirm is certainly helping me rise to the occasion.” He pulled it out again, before fucking Edmund on the plug once more as Edmund’s fingers clenched in the sheets of the bed, unable to do anything but hold on. “You’re the one who said you wanted to be done with this,” the Captain chuckled. “Don’t you want me to spill inside you and be done?”
Fuck.
“Just do what you’re going to do,” Edmund groaned.
He didn’t have the energy to fight. All of his energy had gone into the day before, had been stripped of him as thoroughly as his clothes had been, leaving him a shell of who he’d been before.
“I suppose today isn’t about your pleasure,” the Captain agreed, finally pulling the plug out before pushing Edmund’s legs up to his chest, leaning painfully on them, and sliding his cock inside Edmund.
Edmund grit his teeth, nausea pulling at his stomach as his body made way for the cock inside him, the plug having kept him open through the night.
Is that what the bastard had meant by ‘easier’? That he wouldn’t have to prep him?
The Captain began rocking into him, cock tugging on Edmund’s rim with each movement, something slipping out of Edmund as the Captain fucked him.
It wasn’t until the Captain groaned that Edmund started to get worried.
“You should see yourself,” the Captain panted, rocking further and further into Edmund, fucking into him and yanking him back. “Should see my seed spilling from your hole, coating my cock. You really look the part of a fucking whore now, don’t you pet?”
Edmund closed his eyes, trying to ignore the words, wishing he could slip away for this entire thing.
“You were a fucking virgin till I fucked you open last night,” the Captain chuckled, thrusting harder into Edmund. “I bet you’ve never seen a woman’s cunt before. Should get you a mirror, you’re starting to look like one now, dripping with my seed like you are.”
To his disgust, Edmund’s cock began to twitch, taking interest despite how revolting Edmund found the whole thing.
Maybe the Captain had been right the day before. Maybe Edmund did get off on being shamed.
It was information Edmund could have gone his whole life without knowing.
“Fuck, should get a fucking potion if we’re going to keep you. Something to make me last longer than this- I just can’t help it- you feel so fucking good- clench down on my cock again you cock-hungry whore- fuck that’s it-“
Edmund flinched as the Captain spilled inside him again, but other than that tried not to react. The pain inside him was nothing compared to the pain inside his head, but he wasn’t going to give in.
If he wanted him alive, then the Captain had to cave, and Edmund wouldn’t give up any more of himself than had already been taken from him.
He flinched again as a hand wrapped around his cock, and he shook his head, trying uselessly to bat the hand away. “No,” he rasped. “No- you said today wasn’t about my pleasure-“
“You’re right,” the Captain agreed, “it’s not. But what kind of heartless monster do you think I am, taking what I want without giving back?”
The sarcasm dripped from every word, but Edmund couldn’t think with that hand sliding along his cock, wet with something that was distinctly not oil, the bastard’s cock still hard inside Edmund.
The hand sped up, fingers quickly working Edmund over the edge of an orgasm as the other hand kept Edmund still, and he came with a cut off groan as his own seed splattered over his shirt.
Well. Fuck.
He blinked, the whole room spinning as the dizziness clouded over his vision, until finally the Captain pulled out of him, standing up and wiping himself off before grabbing Edmund’s pants, maneuvering Edmund’s legs into it even as seed still dripped down his ass-
“What-“ he managed, and the Captain grinned sadistically.
“You said you didn’t want the plug,” the Captain explained simply, tugging the rest of the pants back over Edmund’s legs, not bothering to tuck his shirt in.
Then he was leaning over Edmund again, fingers gentle as they brushed over Edmund’s hair. “One last chance. Kiss me back, and you can drink.”
Then those lips were pressing against Edmund’s. The lips that had spilled such vile things about Edmund mere minutes ago, now pressed against his own-
He didn’t turn his head. That was an effort he couldn’t afford. But he didn’t do anything else, either, simply lying there and letting the Captain do what he wanted.
The Captain licked into his mouth again, before pulling back, trailing his tongue over Edmund’s bottom lip before he stood up. “Roggor,” he called, and the door opened as the Captain picked up the key from the floor and unlocked the chain around Edmund’s collar. “Take him back.” Roggor nodded, grabbing Edmund’s collar and hauling him off the bed, Edmund’s knees buckling as he hit the floor, only to be dragged forward and out the door. “Oh, and Roggor,” the Captain called, and Roggor paused in the door. “If he tries to fight you, fuck him.”
Roggor grinned, and Edmund forced himself to go limp in his grasp.
The Captain he could survive.
Roggor, he never would.
The chains were warm against his skin. The heat of the sun shining down on him just made his head hurt worse, and the pain spiking through him at every moment made him wish he’d never lost his curse.
It had been easier, going without food or water when he was cursed. His body couldn’t die, and it would always try its hardest to bring him back to the state he’d been cursed in.
Instead, he was fully human again. With all the weaknesses afforded to humans.
He could feel where the Captain’s seed had dried against his inner thighs. Could almost smell his own seed, still on his shirt, dried on in the heat of the sun. What would his eventual rescuers think, coming to save him and finding him covered in cum and too exhausted to fight back anymore?
…He hadn’t fought back.
He’d told himself he wouldn’t. That he would endure. Play the long game. Be clever, and play compliant, waiting for an opening he could use. But could he?
Could he just lie there, and let himself be raped, over and over?
He had to. But he couldn’t.
But. He wouldn’t survive if he didn’t do something.
…The Captain was perfectly willing to let Edmund die if Edmund didn’t give him what he wanted. And if Edmund died, then no one could save his siblings. He had to do whatever it took to survive.
He had to.
He closed his eyes, letting the tears slip down his face.
He had to do this. Even though every part of him would rather die.
The sun was just starting to set when Bilget came to grab him, and Edmund couldn’t even stand.
Bilget picked Edmund up, carrying him like a sack of potatoes as Edmund focused on trying not to cry out.
It felt as though someone had driven a hot poker into his head, and the deck hadn’t stopped spinning in what had to have been hours.
They had to be in the Captain’s cabin, because Bilget was setting him down on something soft, but he couldn’t see for all the tunneling of his vision as the room swam around him.
“Oh you don’t look good, do you Edmund?” the Captain commented, and the bed dipped next to him.
Metal clinked next to his ear, and he was sure his collar had been locked into place, but he couldn’t focus. His skin burned and his head hurt and there were no more tears left for him to cry.
“Are you ready to give me what I want?” the Captain asked, and Edmund slowly nodded, the movement agony in his head.
“Very good,” the Captain purred. “I’m going to kiss you,” the Captain explained lightly, “all you need to do is move your tongue against mine. Just that, and then you can drink as much as you want.”
Then his lips pressed against Edmund’s, tongue slipping between Edmund’s lips, delving into Edmund’s mouth and taking every whimper Edmund let out.
He closed his eyes, trying not to think about it, and pressed his tongue against the Captain’s.
The Captain groaned into his mouth, hands digging into Edmund’s shoulders, and then he was pulling back. “So close,” the Captain praised, and Edmund’s heart sank.
His throat burned as he tried to speak. “You lied-“
“I didn’t lie,” the Captain corrected, “you were so close to what you needed to do. Once more. Try again. Curl your tongue over mine. Twist them together. It’s simple if you try.”
Then he was back in Edmund’s space, tongue plundering his mouth again, and Edmund closed his eyes again, focusing on doing what he’d been told.
He pushed his tongue over the Captain’s, curling it against the other man’s, the feeling foreign and wrong in his mouth, but the Captain groaned again and met Edmund’s tongue with his own, wet and intense and wrong and-
Then he was pulling back, and Edmund was gasping for air, and the Captain reached over, picking up a mug and pressing it to Edmund’s lips. “So good, little pet. Here. You were promised, after all.”
Cool water poured over Edmund’s tongue and he drank as quickly as he could, the liquid a blessed relief even as his head still hurt.
All too soon the cup was empty, and he lay back, gasping for breath.
The Captain’s thumb ran over his bottom lip, soothing a drop of water into his skin as Edmund shook. “You want more, don’t you?” the Captain asked, and Edmund slowly nodded. “Hmm… in a minute. You need to let that settle. Can’t have you throwing it up now, can I?”
He wanted to snark about that, but he was probably right. Edmund had drank the water so quickly he could feel his stomach turning, adjusting to the blessed liquid, and he wasn’t exactly able to put up any kind of a fight, even just a verbal one. Instead he lay in the bed, panting for breath, and the Captain trailed his fingers over Edmund’s body.
“You’re so pliant like this,” the Captain commented, lifting Edmund’s arm and examining his limp hand. “You’re not putting any effort into fighting me. Too desperate to stay alive, it seems. Let’s not let it get that far again, shall we?” the Captain asked. “I prefer you with a little fire, and you taste so much better when your mouth’s not as dry as a dessert.”
He didn’t know why the words hurt. It wasn’t like he cared if this man enjoyed his body or not. He’d prefer that he didn’t.
But there was a bite to the words he didn’t understand, and when the Captain pressed his lips against Edmund’s again, he didn’t try to fight it.
The Captain ran his tongue along Edmund’s, and even though Edmund didn’t respond, he still looked pleased when he pulled back. “See? Much better.”
Then he was pouring more water into the mug, pressing it to Edmund’s lips, and Edmund drank the water a little slower, the Captain patient with him as he regained some clarity.
It wasn’t until the mug was empty again, and the Captain began kissing his way down Edmund’s throat, that Edmund realized.
He hadn’t tried to fight the kiss.
He’d let the Captain take it from him, without getting anything in return.
The tear that slipped down his cheek burned, and the Captain grinned as he began removing Edmund’s clothing once again.